Page 28 of Playbook
London
Sometimes.
Me
What are you doing tomorrow night? Some buddies are having a party. You should come with me.
I want to see her again. I can’t believe she was at the game and I didn’t even see her.
London
Like drop by or go with you?
Me
With me, like a date or something.
London
And disappoint all your fans? *gasp*
Me
I think you got the wrong idea about me. I’mreally not like that.
London
Says the guy with more panties than me.
Me
Come out with me and let me prove it to you.
I stare at the screen, waiting for her reply. It’s minutes before it comes.
London
Sorry, not interested.
EIGHT
Coach is pissed,Archer signs without speaking.
I nod my agreement as I chug water and try to catch my breath at the same time. I’m sweating out the shots from last night. I don’t know if it’s my imagination or if I can actually still smell the tequila leaving my body.
One of the other rookies got cut yesterday and we went out last night to cheer him up. I hadn’t meant to stay as long as I did, or drink as much. But I felt for the guy. He worked as hard as the rest of us and then poof, it was all just gone.
Like I’m gonna be if I don’t manage to find a second wind during the last thirty minutes of practice.
Showing up late was my first fuckup of the day. Archer normally would have woken me in time if I overslept, but he had to be here earlier than me so he assumed I had alarms set. Which I did. A dozen of them. But then I forgot to plug in my phone before I fellasleep.
Coach isn’t an idiot. He knows why I’m late and dragging ass, and he’s just riding me even harder. We jumped right into a scrimmage this morning and he’s got the best defensive men coming after me hard. I have to show him I can take it.
“Six! You’re so slow off the snap, my granddaughter could tackle you.”
Nobody laughs, but I catch Cody’s disapproving gaze.Fuck.
“Sorry, Coach,” I manage to wheeze out.
